Page 34 of Inez

I stand with my chin lifted, hands at my sides, teeth gritted as I refuse to cover myself. Tears pool.

"Sophia," he whispers. "So beautiful. So brave." His eyes are fixed on mine, unwavering.

"Look at me, Lorenzo," I say, willing my voice to be firm; it isn't.

He swallows hard, and his gaze stutters down to my breasts; I'm not the slender, nubile girl I was the last time he saw me naked. I carry extra weight in my hips and breasts. My curves are generous. I hide my curves in my everyday life with compression garments and tailored clothing. But now, I'm bared to him. Exposed. Vulnerable. My breasts are large and feel heavy, swaying pendulously with my breathing. My nipples go hard, pebbling under his gaze. My belly isn’t flat or hard; I have a little pooch of a belly that I can't ever get rid of, no matter how I exercise or diet. The stretch marks from my pregnancy wrap around my stomach to my sides, down to my hips. I’ve always been a little bottom-heavy, and that's only grown more true as I age.

I feel his gaze finally leave my breasts, flitting down to my belly, to my sex.

He drags his eyes to mine. "Sophia," he whispers. "You're perfect."

His cock is unfurling, hardening. He could lie with his words—he could tell me he thinks I’m beautiful without meaning it. But that? The hardening of his cock juts from looking at me naked. You can't fake that. He does like what he sees.

The fierce, desperate urge to cover my privates with my hands fades the longer he looks at me, the harder his cock gets as he rakes his hungry gaze over my nude form.

He swallows hard again, and his tongue slides over his lips. "Sophia, my god. I…" he closes his eyes, hands tightly fisted at his sides. "You areincredible."

His cock is fully erect, now. It stands straight up against his belly, thick and veiny with a dark wreath of closely trimmed fuzz at the base. The head is broad and plump.

"Do it," I breathe. "What you said earlier."

His right hand drifts up to curl around the base of his huge, hard manhood. My breath lodges in my throat as he grips himself, squeezing.

"Tell me what you're thinking about, Ren," I whisper.

“You.” He slides his grip upward, plunges it down. His jaw tightens at the movement, his belly hardening.

"Me, what?"

He closes his eyes, shakes his head. "I don't want to scare you."

“Too late. I’m terrified. But I’m not running away, Ren." I hold his eyes. "I want to know. Please."

He opens his eyes, and they go to my breasts. He strokes himself again. "Touching you. You’re in the shower with me. Your skin would be wet. Slippery. I…" he lets out a slow sigh as his strokes find a slow rhythm. I'm rapt, watching that plump dark round head sprout over his fist. A quick but vivid memory sears through me:

Ren and I are in our hayloft. We’d been meeting there almost every night for months, having sex. But that night, I had decided I wanted something different from what we’d been doing—that being kissing, stripping each other naked, fondling each other until he's hard, and then fucking. No, this night, I wanted to experiment. Touch him. I told him what I wanted, and he tentatively agreed.

He let me get him naked, and by the time I was naked with him, he was hard for me. I'd gripped his cock in my fist, giggling nervously as I touched him that way for the first time. Well, not for the first time, but the first time he'd let me touchhim just to…touch him, rather than as part of the act of feeding him into my sex.

His jaw had gone tight, his abs hard as I caressed his length. The more I caressed him, the faster his breathing became, until he was gasping and groaning at each slide of my fist from tip to root. His knees had begun dipping, as if they were about to give out.

He'd tried to stop me, but I kept going.

He came with a soft grunt that turned to a quiet gasp and then a low growl, a stripe of viscous white fluid spurting out of him and coating the backs of my fingers. I had laughed in shock—that part was a surprise to me. Having sex, when he was finishing, he'd grunt and go still, shuddering, and then roll off me. I hadn't realizedthatwas what was going on…inside.

"Sophia?" His voice brings me back to the present. "Are you alright?"

I nod. "Just…remembering."

He's stroking himself slowly, still. “Remembering what?"

"The first time I…" I nod at his moving hand. "Did that to you."

"Do the words make you uncomfortable, Sophia?"

I nod, shrug. “Yes."

"You jerked me off," he says, trying to shock me, I suppose. "You gave me my very first handjob."